Happy Mother’s Day. Like 12 hours early. I feel like a rock star. Today I have time to blog. I’m timely. It’s a miracle.

We’re going to broach a squirrelly topic today, reader(s), one that we’ve never tackled before. You all do it, so don’t pretend you don’t. If I admit it, will that make you feel better? Ok, I read in the bathroom [be warned, there is some good poop talk below].

Not just magazines. I read books. (Incidentally, while we’re on the topic, I told my husband that the bathroom is OFF LIMITS for our shared Kindle – I hope that’s not too unfair). I get a lot of good reading done in there. Or at least I used to (more on that in a minute). Seriously, I read 205 pages of Uncle Tom’s Cabin in the can. In hindsight (pun intended) that was probably not the best choice, but I was pregnant at the time and well. . .I digress.